"What's wrong?"
"Hmm, nothing."
Lin Xingjie pressed her face against his chest. Looking down from Xu Xiangyang's perspective, he could see her soft long straight hair cascading down her slender back like a waterfall, past her svelte waistline and the curves of her hips.
The girl buried in his arms moved her head, rubbing it twice, and mumbled in a muted voice:
"I just suddenly wanted to hug you. Don't you like it?"
"...Of course not."
While Xu Xiangyang whispered his reply, he gently caressed the girl's inky black hair, the silky strands slipping through his fingers like satin.
He slightly lowered his head, taking a deep breath.
The morning sunlight and the fragrance from the girl combined with the air surged into his world, making Xu Xiangyang feel as if he was standing on a hillside abloom with wildflowers, greeting the rising sun from the east.
"Did it move your heart?"
Lin Xingjie asked again.
"Of course."
